A warm Nineteenth and the important knowledge that the last place you want to be in a thunderstorm is on a golf course (OK, fair enough, or on a mountain top, or on the roof of a very tall building or. Deserted certainly - there were no golfers there that evening: not with a sky like that. Probably, though, the aged hags would not have recognised the neatly mown grass, the little flags and oddly shaped patches of sand as a heath but that was what it had once been and a heath it still nominally remained, crossed by a lonely road albeit now metalled by the district council. Now when I say a darkened lonely heath you are, most likely, thinking of Macbeth and the Three Witches: 'How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these so wither'd and so wild in their attire.' Was that a portent? Was it a sign of great things? No, I think it was the weather. And as I walked the sky darkened, yes, growing as black as my mood if you like, and the wind began to rise. She was out with him! Him, yes him! The idea of them together, laughing, holding hands, even. It was a lonely walk back to town and the railway, not that I wanted anyone with me just then, not when I was feeling so utterly miserable. She was not at home when I got there had gone out with someone who did have a car did I wish to leave a message? No.
Of course I should not have gone but you know what young love is I would not have walked had I possessed a car then could have avoided the anguish of the solitary walk and what came after. Great dark clouds swirling high above the darkened lonely heath as I trudged solitary, a mere speck in the immensity of that lonely place to my appointment with time.
There was thunder and lightning, blackness and light, howling wind and driving rain. And stopped it had for me.ĭramatic: I give it that.
You were thinking what fun it would be to stop time but let me assure you the greater pleasure is being able to start time.
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I did not set out to learn how to start time. I did, I really did.Īccidental: it was certainly not of my own making. Super, yes: hero, well perhaps not so much the hero - though I did try. Prosaic: it was not a radioactive spider - at least I never saw it my parents were not brutally gunned down leaving me scarred and determined - they are both still living a quiet life in a retirement home in Beaconsfield I did not fall from the sky, the child of a planet with a red sun - 'greetings Earthmen I come from Croydon' I did not even find an old knarled stick or old bone and tap or twist it - I do not think I have found so much as a sixpence that was not mine I am not some great inventor with a heart problem - be fair, I did not even get Physics GCSE. It is a bit rude in parts - actually quite rude (well chapters 3-26 anyway). This is the story of how this man came to be a timestopper, how he learnt about his power and what he did with it. I have written several stories about a timestopper - someone with the unnatural ability to stop time.
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